I don't know what I did, but I feel like I am being punished for a crime I didn't commit. It's almost as if everyone is looking at me in horror. I try to walk down the halls and give the glares a miss, but I can't. Amidst the crowd
Emre
You cannot brood and beg to be loved. I know this now. It doesn't matter what happened. It doesn't matter what the world did to you. This grief, it will bury you. And the worst part is everyone will watch. This is why I lie. I have lied to make things less lonely. I insist I am fine, and I get another invite. But the truth is, I couldn't be further from it. It still rains red when I look at the sky. I still can't see past the blood in my eyes.
rain red cant see past the blood in my eyes
emeraude tied weights to her feet in the school pool
Girl in the well
